Acelynn McCoy

😡Alphabet Boy:Any boys that have really pissed you off before?

▄ telling a joke.

She didn’t even know what was so funny about it— maybe it was the way he changed the pitch, or the way he kept his smug look the entire way through, but he had Acelynn laughing her ass off in her seat.

As her laughter died down, she gave him a smile. “You know, you don’t have to be nice to me, Casper and I aren’t dating anymore.”

…Hmm, not bad.

“You’re right,” The girl said, walking into the room, “It isn’t. You look good, hun.” Acelynn crossed her arms, letting her eyes scan up and down her, recognizing the face.

…I wasn’t watching! I was just… observing the woodwork.

“You little pervert! The woodwork? Yeah right!” 

Nastassia’s attention was immediately pulled from her cell phone to the blonde by the question – before her gaze slipped to the items in her hands, shifting from one costume to the other. “…I like the referee one.” She answered after pausing to compare, and allowed a smile to settle on her lips. “Both are nice though. Either way you can’t go wrong.”

“Ugh, I’m having such a hard time picking.” The girl sighed, flopping down on the bed. “I love the Little Red Riding Hood costume, but the referee costume could have the potential for so many sexual innuendos.”

Eden’s gaze drifted up from the magazine, eyeing both of the costumes for a moment. “I like the skirt on the Red Riding Hood,” she started, blue eyes looking to the blonde, “but, the referee is cute, too. Guess it just depends on what kind of sexy you want to be, sporty or cutesy.”

“I-I don’t know… I don’t really like either of them.”

“Really? Maybe you just don’t have a good feel of them. You wanna try one on? We look about the same size...”

“I umm… I don’t know.” Autumn shook her head. “I mean, I was never a big fan of parties.”

“Great! Because it’s not a party; Remember, I said get together.” The blonde smirked, loving how her play on words always seemed to work in her favor. “Now, do you want to go in that? If not, I’m sure I hve plenty of outfits that could fit you.”

“…Why does it have to be… sexy?”

“Because, I haven’t got laid since my last boyfriend, and I’m determined to find a hot guy tonight. The costume is a key aspect. So, which one?”

“In our backyard? …Or someone else’s backyard?”

“Our’s. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t ask you to go off grounds. So please, will you?”

“…Not unless you want it to.” Spencer managed out after a short pause, trying to keep himself from laughing at just how perfect her response was.

“I don’t think so.” The blonde put her hand on her hips, cocking a brow. Now, that would be awkward. Spencer, her ex-boyfriend’s best friend, watching as she swung around a pole. “Now, what do you really want?”